By Jessica Ricks I don’t want to live in a world Without creativity, love, peace, And happiness. But if I had to live with Pain at my core, At least it’s something I Already know...
Breathe In, Breathe Out
By Jessica Ricks Everything stops. Shaking hands, heart palpitations Throat tightens, Someone standing on my chest Weighing me down. Falling through space, accelerating, The world is a haze. Breath stuck, oxygen deprived Concentration gone. Breathe in, breathe out. Time freezes. Suddenly a ghost no longer part of myself, On the outside. Nothing … Continue reading Breathe In, Breathe Out
Us
By Jessica Ricks I want you by my side. As I embark on this crazy whirlwind … Continue reading Us
Dreams Have Breathed a New Dawn
By Dr. Imbesat There is that beautiful mountain I can climb, See and feel the air moving the pine, I know all that I see is mine. Have to be strong, Keep moving on, The dreams have breathed a new dawn.
Bloomsday
By Thomas Page If I had one day unrelentingly noted By an expatriate in some Romantic country Twenty or so years from now What would they say? How would they start? With rambling thoughts as I groggily wake up? What would be important? What I ate? Drank? What I did on my phone? … Continue reading Bloomsday
Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula
By Thomas Page I visited the place where I was born when I was ten-ish. Like most people my age it is a hospital. A place frozen in that January for my family However, many years ago you read this poem. It is beige-looking With a koi pond in the middle Water enclosed in … Continue reading Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula
Photo Contest Second Place
By Pat St. Pierre
Photo Contest Winner
By Pat St. Pierre
About Me
By Glen Armstrong You did not say my name. But I assume you were talking. About me. The Skrulls and the Kree. Go to war. I assume it was something I said. A wet sock accentuates. The tile on my bathroom floor. Loose change obscures. A photograph of me as a baby. Being … Continue reading About Me
Sea-Monkeys
By Glen Armstrong I'm afraid of poetry. Who’s to say that those interesting. Young people at the podium. Won’t summon a demon. Or make the whole room fall. In love. I have boots to reheel. And no time to feel weird. About daffodils and wars. That my grandparents fought. Words ought to inspire … Continue reading Sea-Monkeys
Academy of the Heart And Mind 